Macy Addison Cook • Mac (gadgetgirl) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-12-29 18:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | emalee jordan, macy cook |
Who: Macy Cook and Emalee Jordan
What: A biffles reunion
Where: Em's big ass house in Las Vegas
When: Backdated to late Wednesday morning, December 29th, 2010
Warnings: Language? Always assume language. And maybe mild violence, these bitches seem the type.
Macy was a busy bee, she had barely had time to go home for Christmas let alone stay for more than twenty four hours. School was on break but she'd been bogged down with a back log of work at her internship that she'd already let herself fall behind on. Still, that didn't stop her from carving out some time on this random Wednesday morning to make the short MTN trip home to Las Vegas to see her best friend. She hadn't been able to stay in Vegas long enough to see her over Christmas and if she went too long without some serious Em time she got with drawls. To hell with work, she could put some more of it off for another couple of days. She should probably question (again) the sheer dedication, or lack there of, to her work ethic, but eh. That could be put off for another couple days too.
After rolling out of bed that morning she hurried into a fresh pair of clothes, complete with skinny jeans, a dark red tank top and her trusty leather jacket. She didn't take anything else with her for the trip except a lipstick, her keys and I.D., her cigarette case, some cash and a credit card that she stuck in her back pocket. There was no point in bringing a spare change of clothes when she always just stole some of Em's. In less than an hour she was stepping out of a taxi in front of Emalee's mansion sized home, waving to the driver and sidling up the familiar path. She'd walked down this path probably a million times in her life, and it never got old. Taking one last drag from the cigarette she'd been nursing on the ride there, she stamped it out on the sidewalk and then continued up the path to the house.
Macy had her own set of keys to the place, she had for years. Emalee was practically family and Macy spent more time here then at her own family's house anyway, so it only seemed the most logical. Emalee was rarely ever in the vicinity of the house to answer the door anyway, so having her own key to the place was better than actually breaking and entering, since Macy was not above such juvenile things. The fact that she could very easily disable the alarm systems on the place shouldn't be taken note of. The key fit in the lock and turned, and then Macy was walking through the door like she owned the place hollering in that trademark, scratchy voice of hers.
"EM, YOU HERE?!" No answer. Dead silence in the house. With an exaggerated sigh, Macy made her way down the hall and up the familiar, winding staircase to the second floor and waltzed straight into Em's bedroom. There was a very distinctive lump under her bed covers that told her the bitch was still asleep. Well how dare she. After all the trouble she'd just gone through to come and visit? With a quiet giggle, Macy wasted no time in leaping up onto the bed and began to jump up and down. "RISE AND SHINE, BITCH. Get the fuck up! Do you even know what time it is?!"